Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.